"They have, but I like hearing it from you," Hawk grins, content in his aimless shuffling.

Maybe he's just starting to get used to all of this, starting to pick up the beat and ease into the dance, but not everything that's strange here has been awful. Phil especially- it's odd how a guy who looks like he's half bird on his mother's side can feel like one of the more normal people in town. No crazy bullcrap, just... a dad trying to keep his kid safe and help people while he's doing it.

"Well, your quarter has just run out and this jukebox needs a break. Either you show off that you have a great voice on top of everything else, or we do this next one to the ambient sounds of downtown."